Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

The white fluff was much like her. Paws seemed to meld into it as she walked. A surprised gleeful expression passed her face briefly at the first two steps, and then the ghost child looked back at the dark one, who had by now followed as per her and the lifegiver's encouragement. The ghost child woofed at the dark one in further encouragement, noticing nothing odd about the comical manner in which she walked.